Maximina lifted her sweet, smiling eyes.
"Do you ask me? I know nothing of business. Besides, for me, whatever you do is always right."
Miguel kissed her, and was convinced—that he had committed a great piece of folly.
A few days later, when Mendoza and Miguel were alone in the library, the prescript told his friend a secret that filled him with astonishment.
"I have something to tell you, Miguel...."
"What is it?"
"I am going to be married."
"How glad I am! Let us know who the unfortunate being is who has had such bad taste!"
"I am to marry Lucía Poblacion, General Bembo's widow."[22]
We ought to remark, if we have not already done so, that the gigantic Don Pablo had died seven months before in Porto Rico.